She was originally sitting on his lap, her arms around his shoulders. When he lay back, she fell directly on top of him. Before she could get up, he had already rolled over, pinning her beneath him.
He pinned her arms down, lowered his head, and kissed the side of her ear.
"Do you want it?"
She ducked her head, feigning strength.
"No... no... no..."
"Honey... no... it's not... Honey... I want it, I want it..."
Kris Cooper had only meant to tease her, but now... With a sweep of his large hand, he pushed up her T-shirt.
"Honey, I'll give it to you now!"
Listening to the sounds of the man and woman from inside the room, Irene Spencer clenched her fists so tightly in anger that her fingernails dug deep into her palms.
Suppressing the powerful urge to rush in and separate them, she tiptoed back to her own room.
She closed the door, walked over to the coffee table, and in a fit of rage, swept everything off it onto the floor.
